Authors note: A small fluffy piece, dedicated to my one of my favorite OTPs. I love this pairing almost as much as, if not more than, I love Carter and Zia. And that's saying something. More after the story, HAPPY READING!
Disclaimer: I do own any characters from Tomb Raider.
Warning: Major fluff and lesbian themes ahead. Turn back if you have low tolerance for those.
Twenty one year old Lara Croft had done many things which most people would be afraid of. She had survived training with Roth, for one. Not a task for the light of heart. But there was always one thing which knocked all the courage right out of her.
It was stupid really. In fact, it wasn't even a chance encounter with a bear on a camping trip gone wrong or a fall from a steep cliff, during the frequent mountaineering trips she took with Roth. It was much more simple, and a task which anyone would be willing to do.
It was the idea that of snuggling, with Sam, on the couch of their shared apartment, with a cheesy movie on the telly, that scared her most. This fear stemmed from the fact that Lara Croft loved her best friend.
She had first realized this after a year they had met. And as any best-friend-crush scenarios she tried ignoring it, tried dating other people (not that she succeeded) and even screaming at herself that it wasn't right. But in the end, four years later, she still had irrevocable feelings for Samantha Nishimura.
Sometimes the love she felt for Sam, baffled her. In all honesty, they shouldn't have worked. They were polar opposites. Lara was bookish and preferred to spend time within a library than a party. She still blushed at the mention of sex in public. She had never had sex for the fun of it. Heck she hadn't even come out to her best friend yet.
Sam was the polar opposite. She was a party animal. She had practically had more flings than she could count with two hands, and she never failed to call Lara out on her lack of sexual knowledge in public. Especially, in public.
But they had worked. Somewhere deep down, they had the same passion and force driving them that they had worked. And Sam had slowly but surely wound her way up the archeologists' heart and had become a permanent fixture there.
But the problem was that Lara knew that Sam saw her as nothing more than a best friend. She knew that she had the chance of a snowflake in hell of telling the filmmaker her true feelings. Lara was afraid, that revealing her feelings would drive a wedge between them and they would lose whatever relationship they had.
Having harbored feelings for the past four years Lara had grown adept at hiding them and that was why these moments scared Lara more than falling to an imminent death. She was scared that in moments like these, with the filmmaker snuggled against her snoring quietly into Lara's forearm, facing the telly which was running silently, that she would do something that would reveal her true feelings.
But that didn't stop her from gazing at the peaceful sleeping face of Sam, and letting her feelings wash over her. She felt a familiar tugging sensation in her stomach when Sam let out a little snort and pulled herself closer into the warmth of the archaeologists' body.
It was during moments like these, where Lara imagined a life where she had revealed her feelings to Sam and that they were together, rather than acknowledging the fact that Sam was now dating her second guy that month. She wondered what it would be like if, in the future, Sam would be permanent fixture in her life, rather than somebody else's
"How are you doing this to me Sam?" Lara whispered as she pressed her lips on the filmmaker's forehead. Half asleep, Sam muttered something unintelligible and pressed closer into Lara.
"I love you, sweetie." Sam mumbled into the archeologists' chest.
Ignoring the fact that she would never hear it the way she wanted to, Lara cherished the moment and whispered to the ceiling "I love you too Sam." More than you'll ever know, Lara added to herself.
I hope you guys enjoyed that. Do you think I should write more of this pairing. I really would like some tips on writing gay relationships. I am not gay, and neither am I a woman. So any advice on how gay relationships work, any particular difference that I should keep in mind while I write would be very appreciated. I am a huge supporter of the LGBT community, and I want to contribute as much as I can for proper representation.
I would love any and all suggestions or prompts for my story Wrong Number. Do you think I should continue this story? Until it is green-lit by you guys, this is going to be a one shot. Peace. Happy Reading!